The night of the dark whispers

 

Written: Maxima

 

 

The night of the dark whispers

Scattered blue shadows
Color the walls of hope
I am waiting for the sound
of your breathing
Waiting for the sound
sound of tlove’s bell.I
It is different this time,
the heat of lips,
The ivory breasts,
my restless hands in your hair.
The magic of our movement
thigh to thigh
and the desire in my eyes
tells me it is a new day.
A! My Dreams
A smile
My muse,
My Queen, my angel…
My noblewomen…..
She’s my All
I love her